Happily Ever After - It Does Exist

While I’m not big about hanging out during the Christmas holidays, I decided to take up a friend on her invite to come hang at her place on Christmas day. So glad I did as it helped to relieve some of the holiday blues/funk I was experiencing.  As I made my way around the chatter filled room, I was greeted warmly by the other guests, most of whom I had met before.  After exchanging pleasantries, I made my way to the kitchen area and fixed myself a plate then settled myself down in a cozy chair which just happened to be in front the tv. The Preacher’s Wife was playing on BET, but it was hard to hear the dialogue due to all the chatter that was going on around me.  

After a while, I gave up trying to hear the tv and decided to focus on the food in front of me. Not long after an elderly lady came and sat down next to me and engaged me in conversation. She asked me how I was doing and if I remembered her. Looking at her I had no idea who she was but she bared a strong resemblance to the host. Sensing my hesitation, she pointed out that she remember me from a past holiday gathering as I was busy in the kitchen washing pots and pans and cleaning up. She told me she was the host’s aunt and that today was her 61^st wedding anniversary. Then she proceeded to point out her husband Jimmy who was deep in conversation in another room. Looking at her you would not guess she was 84 years old. In fact, it was hard to believe her husband was 84 as well because they both looked so well preserved and their level of conversation confirmed they were in full control of their mental faculties.  

As I sat there listening to her talk about her husband I could see her gleaming with pride and admiration.  Later as they prepare to leave, I could see the love and affection they have for each other as they fussed among themselves. They looked so cute as she accused him of “talking too much” and he said she was “bossy.” While I feel there was some truth in their words, they said it teasingly which no doubt is the secret to their long lasting marriage. It was just so delightful watching their exchange.

Jimmy is from North Carolina and Martha from Georgia. After high school they both migrated to New York where they met. The Bryant’s were married on December 25, 1956 at the tender young age of 23. Their union produced 4 boys, including a set of twins. They lived in New York for a time, but would move to other places, like Boston, New Hampshire, and eventually settling down in Georgia about seven years ago. Two of their sons have since preceded them in death, however the other two are happily married with children. One lives in Colorado and the other in Boston. The effects of aging has limited Martha’s ability to drive, but Jimmy still handles himself pretty well behind the wheel. He took great pride in sharing that his wife had him drive the 6,000 miles round trip to Canada from Georgia this past summer.  Not only that, he frequently drives to Colorado, Boston, North Carolina, and Florida to visit family.

At the end of the night as I looked at this elderly couple put on their coats and prepare to venture home, I could not help but think, “It is possible to have happy ever after”. Martha is the yin to Jimmy’s yang or vice versa. Either way, they are a perfect match. I am sure it was not all daisies and roses - you don’t spend that much time with someone without encountering some hardships, but whatever trials they encountered it is obvious, from looking at them, that their love for each other saw them through the tough times. I am so glad I ventured out because I met this amazing couple who restored my faith in the institution of marriage. They are a prime example that marriages can last if you work at it. So Happy Anniversary Mr. and Mrs. Bryant. May you have many more happy years together. I’m Just Saying. I got issues – what about you?

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I Cancelled Christmas because it has nothing to do with the Messiah

From time to time I see a post on my Facebook news feed that speaks to me even if the writer did not have me in mind when they posted it. While, for the most part, I can move on with just a passing glance, ever so often I see one that resonate in my spirit and I have to speak on it.  Recently I saw one that took issue with someone who no longer celebrated Christmas. The writer pretty much stated they would continue the practice of celebrating Christmas as their parents and ancestors have done for years. Can't really blame them for their views/belief because they don't know any better. Truth is all of us are guilty of celebrating lots of holidays or engaging in some practice ignorantly because it is what we know. After all, it's what we saw our parents and grandparents do, so we continue it without thoughts of its origin. Thus continuing the tradition. However it's that ignorance of the origin that keeps us enslaved and out of YHVH Elohiym's will for us. Truth is if we took the time to really think about these practices and why we do them, we would realize that they were given to our ancestors by the people who took us into slavery. But it goes even deeper than that.

Researching the subject of religion and/or those practices will reveal an even darker, sinister origin. The information I have uncovered supports that we have been lied to as a people on a whole on who we are, and whose we are. Our history has been rewritten to hide the truth - that we are in fact the descendants of the Hebrew Israelites, that scripture documents, were enslaved in Egypt. This information is now being supported not just from a biblical prospective (read Deuteronomy 28), but also from a historical perspective.  There are literally hundreds of documented literature and videos available that validates this fact. Scripture tells us that we perish for a lack of knowledge -  "My people are destroyed for lack of knowledge: because you have rejected knowledge, I will also reject you, that you shall be no priest to me: seeing you have forgotten the Torah (law) of your ELOHIYM, I will also forget your children". Husha/Hosea 4:6 (The Cepher)

I too rejected the knowledge that Christmas was not about the Messiah when it was first presented to me. Why? Because it threatened the very core foundation of my belief. All my life Jesus was the reason for the season. To denounce Christmas was like denouncing Jesus. I could not do that. Both my grandmothers would turn over in their graves if I did that. So I continued the tradition, but ever so often someone would drop a seed which resonate in my spirit, like "did you know there was no 'J' in the English language before [the year] 1611?" Or "did you know the bible was originally written in Hebrew then translated to Greek, then Latin and there were words in Hebrew that could not be translated so substitutions for those words were made?" Or "have you ever heard of Emperor Constantine or the Council  of Nicea and their role in religion as you know it today?" Oh and my personal favorite, "do you know how much the Catholic church and King James influenced Christianity and the changes they made to scriptures by changing or omitting books of the bible?" Over time it got to the point my curiosity was peaked enough to be opened to explore those seeds I had collected, especially when they tend to overlap. Finally I got the courage to look into it more deeply.  It's like that Buddhist proverb that says, "when the student is ready, the teacher will appear." Everything I had experienced, read or heard was preparing me for what would be the biggest change in my life. It set the tone for the psychological change my mentally was about to embark on. The knowledge that I came into not only answered the questions I had about what I was taught about the Messiah, but also confirmed the things I challenged before. Line by line, precept upon precept the truth unfolded before me. It was exciting and scary all at the same time, but I knew I was on the right path as my spirit quaked within me and I started seeing manifestations of things in my life as I restored order by first repenting and reconciling myself back to YHVH ELOHIYM. 

So No, I don't celebrate Christmas ANYMORE because I have been enlightened about the misinformation that was passed down to me and my ancestors by those who took us captive. I now know, not just believe, that the Messiah was not born on December 25th, nor was his name ever Jesus. Nimrod and Tammuz, along with other pagan gods are who were born on December 25th and it is their birthdays that the world celebrates on December 25th under the guise of celebrating the Messiah. Scripture cautions us to not follow the world.  "Hear the word which יהוה speaks to you, O house of Yisra’ĕl. Thus said יהוה, “Do not learn the way of the nations, and do not be awed by the signs of the heavens, for the nations are awed by them. “For the laws of these peoples are worthless, for one cuts a tree from the forest, work for the hands of a craftsman with a cutting tool. “They beautify it with silver and gold, they strengthen it with nails and hammers so that it does not topple. Yirmeyahu (Jeremiah) 10:1-4 TS2009

https://bible.com/bible/316/jer.10.1-4.TS2009

I admonish you to seek truth for yourself. Don't just do what you do because it is what you have been taught/modeled. Seek answers to the unformulated questions about why you do what you do. I am reminded of a story I read some time ago. A mother was in the kitchen preparing dinner. She cut off both sides of the roast before putting it in the roasting pan. Her young daughter who observed the act asked her mother why she cut off the ends of the roast especially since it was meaty and appeared good for consumption. The mother responded, "I don’t know. It's what I saw my mother do every time she prepared a roast." Puzzled the young girl goes into the livingroom where her grandmother was watching tv. "Grandma" the girl said, "why do you cut the ends off the roast before putting it in the pan?" "I don't know," the grandmother responded without even thinking about it. "It's what I saw my mother do when she prepares a roast." So the young girl called her great grandmother on the phone and poses the same question. The response she got was, "because it was too big for the pan!"  Moral of the story, don't just do things because you see others doing it. Find out why they do it.  I’m Just Saying. I got issues – what about you?

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